Bob got it for me for Christmas. He found it on the web. A woman has a website called Deviant Goods--you can google her (because I'm too lazy to link.) She had a friend diagnosed with cancer and the friend found that the cancer hat market is pretty much saturated with pink and angels. Said friend was not a pink and angelic kind of person, and hence, Deviant Goods was born. She has two kinds of hand-knitted caps. One says 'Fuck Cancer' and the other says 'Chemo Sucks'. I didn't want 'Chemo Sucks'. Me I have made a decision to blame the cancer and think of chemo as helpful. Not neccesarily a likable guy. Kind of the local guide. Like Gollum, in Lord of the Rings.
I can take my cancer hat and wear it inside out if I don't want to flip off the world, and I did that going to the doctor's but then wore it proudly to the amusement of the staff. My doctor had the week off, so I had another doctor, Dr. Makkur, who had to be brought up to speed on the particulars. He was stretched a bit thin covering Dr Schnur's patients and his own but he still took his time with me. (It surprises me how patient they all are.) My white cell count is still hovering at 1400, and Dr. Makkur vacillated on giving me my chemo. Dr. Schnur had given it two weeks before when I was at 1400, hoping that as the Hodgkins comes under control my counts will rebound. If they don't this time, there's a drug that will increase the count.
He decided to give it--which I preferred, honestly. I promised him to be, not housebound, but to lay a bit low and avoid people with germs. So if you have germs, please wash your hands before reading this blog.